"Why i the hell should i be in first wave?" - Whined Jester - "Shouldn't some else take command of those rookies in team A?"
"Higher ups believe that sending someone with prior experience with xenos as team leader, will increase rookies survival rate. Know your enemy and such things." - CO answered.
"Yeah that's correct... if those fuckers didn't shoot first, make vivisection if you are still alive later." - remarked Jester. - "Cant we get remote controlled friging tank?"
"Getting your ass into clone vats is cheaper. After all we don't wish to damage something precious."
"My ass isn't?"
"No!" - CO smiled - "Ok, when we hit ground Jester throw smokescreen, and Random check our spy toy for contacts."
"For fuck sake." - Jester throw grenade, gas spread sufficiently in few seconds. - "Ok... scene prepared and camera is roling. Random brake your legs and try to leave some hot xeno ladies for us."
"Cant promise anything Jes, if you intend to take your time in plane. " - Random answered - ""Random taking point."
"Come on you cant blame me, after all stewardess is cute and there is still something left in liquor cabinet. " - Jester jested. - "I love business class. When i think that there are people who have fly few hours in uncomfortable seats i shiver."
"You don't like conditions? Whine to management and now move your ass, Random gave LZ clear." - CO ordered.
"Ain't i popular?" - Jester said while exiting the Skyranger.
"Thank you for choosing X-com air lines." - Jester heard in comms. "Your pilots sending their remarks from cosy cockpit." - Added copilot.
"Cockpit inhabited by two dicks. Random contacts?"
"Nothing for now Jes."
"Lets get this show on track. I hate myself for singing this but Jester takes point."
"Come on if we will get something like Geneva convention with aliens your singing will be baned."
"Taking into consideration they got fuckload of guns Random, it should be Hague convention." - remarked Jester
"Smart ass."
"Less talking more scouting Jester, Random Rambo watch his ass." - CO cut in.
"Yeah cos i don't have better things to watch than this guy ass."
"MOVE YOUR ASSES!" - Ordered CO
"You like it don't you? Come on Rand, our asses number one fan gave us order."
"Ground team A in position." Jester aimed Lazpistol at door of UFO. "Anything Rand?"
"Give me a sec, alien alloys are interfering with scanner... Ok one signal detected inside, but care this thing can be wrong."
"You don't say." - Jester took few deep breaths and activated door mechanism. There was one Floater behind wrecked power generator. -"SAY 'COW PROBING' TO MY LAZCAMERA MOTHER FUCKER!" - After burst fire ended Jester scoped rest of the room. - "One xeno downed by me. We got here Floater ship, there are 4 or 5 corpses inside including my speed date. Its wrecked... one of missiles probably punctured alloys and exploded inside... landing dint help. Power source and computers are beyond salvage, although we probably can get some elerium from them. Sser move your ass here... ok one UFO secured any more errands mum?"
"Check the building for xenos or witnesses. Smart will cover you, rest of team B will get there shortly."
"Double k, team A double time to building Smart is on cover duty.."
Team A start crossing the open field, but shortly after air was filled with sound of plasma discharge.
"Here is Jester, what the hell is going on?"
"Smart is dead, shots from corn field North East from your current position. Team B will try to get that xeno attention, team A flank the bastard." - CO commanded.
"Got it, guys fan out. I and Sser cover res..." - Jester words were swallowed by sound of plasma discharge. "SON OF A BITCH." - He was able to say before plasma started burning his uniform, followed by skin and internal organs. "haha i got my hot alien stuff." - Jester thought before pain changed into lasting darkness.
Later...
Part of X-com computer network.
Sender: Clone vats directior Sandra Eastside.
Receiver: Clone vats research facility manager Mike Barret.
Hi Mike.
You asked for one of our subjects for clone improvement project. We cant risk compromising the original soldier pattern. That is higher ups opinion on this, but there is a way. We will make exception to procedures and send you one of dead specimen. Try to keep it low key so other specimens don't find out, we would have to kill whole team in worst case. Here are data of your sucker.
Subject: Clone V. 1.0 Jonatan "Jester" Kowalski.
Former Classification: Part of X-com clone troops FEAR team.
Former Classification: Corpse scheduled for incineration.
Current classification: Part of Clone vats research facility project "SC".
Mission location: South China.
Status: Deceased.
You will get access to his history files later. Hope that "Doc" will make some progress with this one, higher ups wish to see some results. Good luck Mike.
Sandra.
Ps. Had some time so cooked something, i am at 6 mission with this commentary. Hope that Jester will hit the field soon.